Can you feel my anger begging for release,
Boiling right below the skin?
Can you see these still, silent fingers,
Itching to wrap themselves around your neck?
Can you feel the seething heat,
Rushing up and down my spine?
Can you see these wild thoughts,
Exploring the murderous possibilities in my mind?
Can you feel my growing despair beneath it all,
Fueled by your ignorant, hurtful words?
Can you see the translucent tears
I hide so well from all of you?
Of course you can’t.
No one taught you to look past my pretty words.
YOU ARE READING
Shadow World (The Best of Ai)
PoetryI do not know your thoughts. I do not know your heart. I do not know your deepest desires, your hopes, or late night ponderings. Would you like to know mine? (Alternatively) A collection of Ai's best pieces of writing, short stories, random bursts...
